When she realized residents at the inn had once again used their powers to bring a snow day to an area that wouldn't otherwise get snow, and after that first pang of missing Bobby and wondering how Pyro was doing, Emma mixed up some batter in a few different flavors, gathered other supplies, and like last year's snow day, took one of the inn's portable cook station/deep fryers outside, not too far from the poolside bar.

Soon the aroma of fresh funnel cake filled the air around her to tempt anyone passing by, and hopefully discourage them from sending snowballs her way. Off to one side, away from the fryer, she'd set out several large mixing bowls to catch snow as it fell. She sipped at a mug of coffee she'd brought with her, trying to draw out how long it lasted to warm her against not drinking so slowly it got cold.

Hm, maybe she could talk Kitty into making mulled wine or cider. Or she could do it, she guessed.

"Funnel cake?" she offered as someone approached.